The Disillusionist

Stare into the eyes of the dead Vacant space in between the red Rip the limbs, toes to the head Including the palms that are read Grotesque corpses in their bed Frequently share what is spread Observing angry spirits as they fled Soaring to the moon up ahead With ominous trails that they led Satan waits for their flesh to shed All the lies that they followed and said Denied and they fall to hell instead